so the story goes...
I just had a dream in which I made out with Justin Vernon in his old car at Beloit, while he was visiting to do a fundraiser for one of our partner families. It was pretty awesome; I cannot lie. He also wrote a song about me. Choice. To bad he's an indie dreamboy now and lots of girls want his scraggly self. It's not fair. I will only like unsuccessful musicians for now on. hah.